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dictated | mars investigations, line one, please hold.

[ There's the sound of paper shuffling around, the pages of the book being rapidly flipped through before the thing's just slammed down onto a dresser regardless. Veronica shouts at first, ] Okay! Empty book! No means of answers, patience wearing thin! Oh boy.

[ Her voice meanders, and it's clear she has no idea that she's actually being recorded right now, just kind of ranting to herself as she stands akimbo over the journal. ]

You know, it's really one thing to roofie and kidnap a girl, but not even a handcuff to the bed? Locked drawers, giant safe in the corner? Bear traps? They bought me clothes? Kind of creepy, dudes, kind of creepy! [ Maybe it's not her first kidnapping. But then again, maybe it's not exactly something an 18-year-old girl just gets herself used to. ]

[ Her breath is puffing a little, almost panicked, but when she speaks up again, her voice is resolute and decided. ] We're doing two things, Veronica. We're getting out of this room, and then we're knockin' in some doors. Okay. [ She claps. ] Here we go! Chins high, eyes front, karate - chop.

( ooc: feel free to meet her either via the network or in the hallway! maybe not knocking in doors but at least knocking with some certainty on them. maybe trying to pick a lock or two. )

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Did you just power kick a door?

Nnnnope. [ There's kind of a strained noise. ] Yep. The doors are solid! Oh, the doors are solid!

[ A beat, for her to suddenly look around her room. ] Wait, what? Who's talking to me?

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Yeah, they sure are a thing!

[...] Oh, right. The newbie culture shock. I'm Vriska!

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Welcome to Paradisa. [ Oozing with sarcasm. ]

[ Sardonicism? Undeterring! ]

[ She puts on a Southern belle voice. ] And I'm just ever so blessed to be here!

[ She pauses, leans casually up against the dresser with the journal on it. ]

Vriska, huh? Like Vriskies cat food? Vrisky Dingo? Sorry. Interesting name.

Sorry, am I talking to a book?

[Oh god, not the puns with her name. She has enough of that from Nepeta. But she'll grin and bear it.]

Blame my mom for that one! [...] And no, as much as I would love to troll you, that kind of shit gets old. My voice is actually projecting through this book by magical means. Pretty much anyone with one of these special snowflake journals gets to hear what you say and talk back!

[ I wouldn't have believed it if the result wasn't right under my nose. Magical means? Probably not, but the fact remained that this book was projecting someone's voice, and a simple flip through it reveals no bugs, no wires. Either someone's playing an elaborate prank or I'm rethinking my definition of the word 'impossible'. ]

Ooookay. Pardon if I back-burner that question for the time being. We'll tap into new territory: You sound young. Are you the one that took me? Vriska?

[Here, have a short, yet dramatic laugh. It doesn't really help what she's swearing against.]

No way! There is literally no reason I would have to do such a thing!

Now, Vriska, you'd best not be lying to me. Short people tend to have very short tempers. Literally no reason? Nothing? No fetish for tiny blondes? Perhaps a desperate need to provide a girl with some nice sheets and some water pressure for a night?

[ Her voice gets a little harder, angrier. ] Why am I here?

Haha, what? [She's so weird!]

No one really know why we get transported or "appearified" here! It is one of the great mysteries of the brand new world you have now entered.

[ "Appearified." I like that. ]

Unfortunately, I like my mysteries like I like my puzzles: A thousand pieces, solved, and with picture diagrams.

Not even a ransom, huh? I mean, I've got ten bucks in my pocket if you really wanna play hardball.

[It's been a few days now since Anne's own arrival to the castle, but when she leaves her own room she still does it with her pistol on one hip and her cutlass on the other. She's heard from her friends here that this place is safe most days, but she can't help but still be on edge. It'll take some adjusting and until she has, she stays armed.

And maybe it's a good thing, now that she sees this girl apparently trying to break into her bedroom. They're of a similar age, Anne thinks, and by the look of things she isn't having much luck with those picks of hers. Amused, Anne cross her arms over her chest and leans a shoulder against the wall, settling in to watch and see how her progress goes.]

[ When Lee happens upon Veronica in the hallway, textbooks tucked beneath his arm, his expression cycles through a few quick emotions: surprise, then confusion, before it finally settles on something like vague concern. Is she trying to pick a lock? ]

You get locked out?

[ He didn't recognize her, but there were plenty of folks in the castle that he couldn't identify on sight - it didn't necessarily mean she was a new arrival. ]

[ It takes about a full eight seconds for Veronica to even notice Anne standing near her, and her gaze flickers up, double-takes, and swoops out her lockpicks, fumbling with them and even dropping one on the ground as she smiles unbothered and charmingly up at Anne. ] I seem to have dropped something next to my dignity.

[ Caught in the act. I must be losing my finesse. ]

[ Nice outfit. One could almost call it pirate chic, or perhaps less-than-humble bar wench. Although bar wenches don't generally tend to carry. One of her fists goes to her hip, the other slipping into her bag with the lockpicks. ] Gun! ... Sword. You're not part of one of those crazy steampunk kid brigades, are you now? Don't tell me. It'll be our secret.

[ Blessed be the day that my alibi arrives before I can even get the chance to offer it up. ]

[ Briefly, Veronica smiles up at Lee, tilting her head at the lock afterward and undeterred from her pathway into the room - empty, maybe, like so many of the others, but potentially useful. ] You'd be surprised how often I just leave the key right in the dresser. You try to keep something safe and it just plays the ol' hide and seek on you.

[... Okay wow that voice and the way this girl's psyching herself up sounds. Pretty familiar. She almost sounds like...]

... Anna?

[Kate's getting used to seeing some strange things in the castle, even though she's been there a few days. Appearing sandwiches are one thing, her fiance being in a coma a whole other.

She's been dutifully by his side since her own arrival, except on occasion of exploring the castle and helping Alexis get her bearings. So finding a young woman, about Alexis' age, picking a lock in a hallway gives her pause. Kate crosses her arms, a single eyebrow raised as she watches her quietly before speaking.]

Lose your key?

[ You can practically hear the sarcastic bat of her eyelashes in her voice, playful. ] Or whoever you want me to be.

[ Okay, so maybe not Anna. But who was the mystery guest, who was Anna, and most importantly, why was I being confused for her? ] You'd be surprised how often I get that. Lose a friend?

[Steam what now? The rest is cute and her charm isn't entirely ineffective, but this is the sort of thing no self respecting pirate would let even the most adorable of thieves get away with.

So Anne pushes away from the wall and comes closer, smiling at Veronica the entire time.]

Do you know whose door you're picking at?

[Her voice is pleasant, the Irish accent maybe making it a little more alluring as she reaches a hand out to tap her name plate. Anne Bonny, it says there. As in you are trying to break into an infamous pirate's room, lady.]

[Okay WOW that tone of voice sounds really weird coming from someone who sounds so much like her sister.]

Not a friend, no... my sister. [She may have put a slight emphasis on that last word.] I'm terribly sorry... you just sound very much like her. And that was a bit confusing, because she's been here for some time now, and you're talking as if you just arrived.

[Good, she likes her already. ] You should be, the castle hand-picked you after all. I wouldn't get too excited about getting out of here though, I've yet to find a way out myself.

Do be cautious of whose doors you "knock in." Not everyone will appreciate an invasion of their privacy.

[... Well, Katniss was impressed. Definitive action. Well done, Veronica.]

We'd prefer if you didn't kick down our doors, but if you have questions, I have answers.

[ Veronica is lucky -- at least her canon monologuing is internal. His eyebrows go up, however, something about his expression vaguely skeptical. ]

You haven't lived on this floor for very long.

[ Is she lying to him on purpose, or just exaggerating? Either way, the details don't really affect him much: he moves to the door, taking the handle and giving it a hard jiggle.

Yup. Locked. ]

It's Lee, by the way. You tried wishing up a key?

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